The Dragon’s Heat (Bathhouse Beasts #5)

Chapter 1 The Dragon’s Heat Lance

The Dragon’s Heat: Lance

The twink was face down, ass up on the gym floor, just like he always was for our gym sessions. Goddamn I loved being a personal trainer who made house calls.

The gym around us was immaculate with parquet floors. There was every machine, free weight, and station that public gyms only dream of having. But the nicest thing, by far, was the sweet little piece of ass that called me out to his parents mansion twice a week for personal training.

He was some college student living on his parents' dime during the summers. I couldn’t even remember his name. But I was more than happy to take his money and bury my load in his ass.

I didn’t say anything as I walked in, dropping my gym bag by the door as was our ritual.

Glancing over at him I could see his fingers trailing between his legs, fingers slipping inside his hairless hole as he moaned into the floor.

He was already lubed and ready to go, just like he always was.

All I had to do was fuck him nice and rough, breed him, and then collect my paycheck. Simple.

I unzipped my track pants and let them fall to my ankles, my cock already hardening at the sight before me. The little rich boy wiggled his ass impatiently, his hole glistening with lube in the soft gym lighting.

"Someone's eager today," I said, stroking myself to full hardness.

He whimpered in response, pushing back toward me. These trust fund babies were all the same, entitled in every aspect of their lives except when they were beneath me.

I knelt behind him, running my hands over his smooth, toned ass. For all his laziness in other areas, he at least maintained his body well. Probably spent hours in this private gym when I wasn't around.

"Please," he whispered, his voice cracking with need.

"Please what?" I asked, pressing my thick uncut cock against his entrance but not pushing in.

"Please fuck me, sir."

I loved when he called me that. It made my dick throb every time. I gripped his hips and slowly pushed inside, feeling his body yield to me. The tight heat enveloped my cock inch by inch until I was buried to the hilt.

"Fuck," I groaned, holding still to savor the moment. "Your ass is worth every penny they pay me."

His parents thought I was teaching their precious boy proper form on the bench press, but the only form I was correcting was how well he could take a dick. And he was getting better every session.

I started with slow, deep strokes, watching my shaft disappear into him repeatedly. His moans echoed off the expensive equipment surrounding us, mixing with the obscene wet sounds of our connection.

"Harder," he begged, his fingers clutching desperately at the polished floor.

Who was I to deny such a polite request? I increased my pace, my hips slapping against his ass with each thrust. Sweat began to bead on my forehead as I worked him over, giving him the workout his parents were actually paying for… just not in the way they imagined.

His body trembled beneath me as I pounded into him, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of his hips. The contrast between this pristine gym with its top-of-the-line equipment and what we were doing on the floor made it all the more thrilling.

"You take it so good," I growled, landing a sharp slap on his right cheek that left a perfect red handprint. "Better than any of my other clients."

He responded with a broken moan, his back arching even further. I couldn't help but admire how his spine curved, how his shoulder blades jutted out as he braced himself against my thrusts. For a pampered rich kid, he sure could take a pounding.

I reached around and grabbed his cock, finding it rock hard and dripping. "Look at this mess you're making on Daddy's expensive floor," I taunted, stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts.

"I-I'll clean it up," he stammered between gasps.

"Damn right you will." I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his back, my lips close to his ear. "With your tongue if I tell you to."

That sent a visible shiver through him, his ass clenching around my cock in response. I groaned at the sensation, feeling my balls tighten. Not yet though. I wasn't nearly done with him.

I pulled out completely, enjoying his whimper of protest before flipping him over onto his back. I wanted to see his face, see those privileged features contorted in pleasure as I used him.

"Look at me while I fuck you," I commanded, hooking his legs over my shoulders and sliding back inside him in one smooth thrust.

His eyes, glazed with lust, struggled to focus on mine. Sweat plastered his messy hair to his forehead. This was the real workout, the one that turned his legs to jelly and left him sore in places his parents would never suspect.

"You pay me to push you to your limits, right?" I asked, grinding deep inside him. "To make you feel the burn?"

"Yes," he gasped. "God, yes."

"Then take every fucking inch," I growled, unleashing my full strength into each thrust, watching as his eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open in silent ecstasy.

This was better than any gym membership perk I'd ever had. His lips parted with a cry as I hit his prostate, his body tensing beneath mine. I could feel him tightening around my cock, those expensive yoga sessions clearly paying off in ways his instructor never intended.

"That's it," I grunted, maintaining my brutal pace. "Show me how much you love this dick."

The weights on the nearby rack rattled with each powerful thrust. I grabbed his throat with one hand, applying just enough pressure to make his eyes widen.

It was a power trip like no other. This college kid whose family probably owned half the city, completely at my mercy, gasping for air that I controlled.

"You think about this all week, don't you?" I said, easing my grip just enough to let him respond. "Counting the days until your next session?"

"Y-yes," he stammered, his cock twitching against his stomach, leaving pearly streaks across his abs. "Can't... think about anything else."

I laughed, low and cruel. "I bet you jerk off thinking about me every night. Fingering yourself, wishing it was my cock instead."

The flush that spread across his cheeks told me I was right. I slowed my thrusts, making each one deliberate and deep, watching him squirm beneath me.

"Your daddy would have a fucking heart attack if he walked in right now," I said, enjoying the way his ass clenched at the mention of his father. "His perfect son taking dick like a pro. What would the country club think?"

"Please," he whimpered, "don't stop."

"I didn't say I was stopping," I replied, slapping his face lightly. "Just making sure you remember who's in charge."

I released his throat and grabbed his legs, pushing them back until his knees nearly touched his shoulders. The new angle let me slide even deeper, and I watched his face contort with pleasure-pain as I bottomed out inside him.

The expensive sound system was playing some ambient workout music, but it couldn't drown out the obscene slapping of skin or his desperate moans.

I wondered briefly if any staff were in the mansion, if they could hear what was happening in the young master's private gym. The thought only made me harder.

"Touch yourself," I ordered. "Show me how you stroke that rich boy cock."

He obeyed immediately, wrapping his fingers around his length and jerking himself frantically. Pre-cum oozed from his tip with each pull, adding to the mess on his stomach.

"You're going to cum with my dick inside you," I told him. "And then you're going to thank me for it."

His breath hitched, his rhythm faltering as he approached his climax. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls drawing tight against my body. The sight of him… pampered, privileged, and completely debased beneath me… it was pushing me to the edge.

"I'm close," he gasped, his free hand joining his, my fingers wrapping around his as we stroked his cock together.

"That's it," I said, my voice rough with exertion. "Show me how much you love my cock.”

His body was trembling beneath me, his ass clenching rhythmically around my shaft as he approached his climax.

I could feel every quiver, every pulse of his inner walls gripping me.

The expensive floor beneath us was slick with our sweat, and I briefly wondered who would have to clean it all up. Not my problem.

"Oh god," he moaned, his back arching off the floor. "I'm gonna—"

"Do it," I commanded, slamming into him with renewed vigor. "Fucking shoot while I'm balls deep in your ass."

That was all it took. His cock pulsed in our joined grip as thick ropes of cum erupted, painting his smooth chest and abs.

Some even reached his chin as he cried out, his entire body seizing around me.

The sight of him coming undone, this twink reduced to a quivering mess beneath me, pushed me over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," I growled, burying myself to the hilt as my orgasm crashed through me. I flooded his insides with pulse after pulse of hot cum, marking him from the inside out. My hips jerked involuntarily as I emptied myself into him, claiming his body as thoroughly as possible.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I stayed inside him, enjoying the aftershocks that rippled through his spent body.

His chest heaved with each breath, his skin glistening with sweat and cum in the soft gym lighting.

I slowly pulled out, watching with satisfaction as my seed began to leak from his used hole.

"Thank you," he whispered, just as instructed, his voice hoarse.

I smirked, reaching for a towel from my gym bag to wipe myself clean. "You're welcome. Same time next week?"

He nodded eagerly, still sprawled on the floor, looking thoroughly fucked and utterly content. I pulled my track pants back up, adjusting myself as I glanced at the mirrors lining the wall. Goddamn I looked good right after sex.